We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

"Ulysses" (1842)

PROLOGUE

The crystal block measuring ten-by-ten centimeters on the crystalline designed desk chimed with a soft sounding pleasant tone, followed by a multi-colored swirling kaleidoscope display within it - but it was not answered. It had been "ringing off the hook" as human's would say about their telephones. To answer it all he would need to do was swipe a hand over the top and speak into it for two-way communication, or, if he wanted a face-to-face communication, he could authorize a projection to appear. Unlike human telephones, he couldn't just yank out the cord to stop it. It was cordless. Although he did have the urge once or twice to toss it out the nearest open window.

Altima signed. He, the newly appointed First Prime of the High Council, feared a civil war was slowly approaching within Reaperdum and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His office had become inundated with reports of insurrection by the former members of the High Council and their cohorts ever since he took office and appointed his new staff. Many people didn't like the change.

Members of the old High Council - who had friends in secret factions, much like an underworld criminal sect - were fuming about the charges of crime and corruption demanding their reinstatement saying the charges was false and accusing Altima of usurping the council as he had once been a Fallen Reaper and this was his revenge. They were referring to the whole affair much like what happened in Ancient Rome and calling him a dictator of sorts even within his short time in office; the old council members were calling him the new Julius Caesar because Caesar had abolished the Senate and made himself sole ruler, fearing the senate's opposition to his personal view of doing things.

Altima knew this was not true and there was no senate, only a High Council of seven members, who met on a monthly bases or for issues of great importance to discuss strategy and rule of law.

But rumor and public opinion appeared to have a higher voice than the High Council. People believed what they wanted, especially if they were involved in illicit gain and didn't want their comfortable lives altered. And even though Altima had appointed new people to the High Council until an official election could be held, three of them had already resigned due to threat of harm and injury. This further enforced just how much corruption there was in the old council and with the factions that supported them.

He did have two deep loyalists on his side, however. Two Reapers that he had absolute trust in. Reapers of such utter allegiance and devotion, protecting him day and night, that he appointed them captains of his new Royal Reaper Guard - a guardmanship solely to protect the First Prime - despite their true lineage of being a quarter-demon. This decision seemed to go against him - allowing two demons to live in Reaperdum. Demons and Reapers hated each other - The Reaper/Demon War many millennia ago could still be remembered by most and many had perished on either side. So having two demons as captainsof his Royal Reaper Guard seemed like blasphemy to most and catered to an overall animosity. But he still had many supporters.

Those who wished to transfer from being Grim Reapers to the Royal Reaper Guard were brought forth. But some Reapers turned against the new order. It was obvious now, some of them had been on the take in the shadows under the old regime and were now showing their true loyalty.

The old council had a great to deal answer for and now the cracks in the government of the old order were starting to show and grow and crumble all around Altima. It almost appeared that there had been more order under the old regime, but it was a corrupt order and it had to be expunged. Too many of Altima's comrades had been stripped of their Reaper status and banished to become Fallen Reapers because of false charges brought against them. Once these Reapers were brought back into the fold with help from Reaper X, they now stood with Altima in the civil war that Altima knew was brewing in Reaperdum.

No violence had occurred yet, only a war of words so far. But Altima knew it would only take one spark to light a fire, one person to throw the first stone to begin the fighting - and he didn't want this. Calls for Altima to resign were demanded daily and the media reported on the growing unrest in Reaperdum. This was not what Altima wanted, but he knew sometimes the filth of a civilization must first be cleansed away for its shine to come through again. He also knew neither side wanted a war, because it would be bloody.

All but two of the Reaper X teams had been recalled - those Reapers appointed to round up Fallen Reapers and remove their powers, powers they had to possess human bodies despite exiled to a disembodied existence for their crimes as others had done before wreaking havoc in the Human World - and were asked to stand by Altima, reallocated to his Royal Reaper Guard, under the command of his two captains- Braydon and Brandon Smythe. They were twin Reapers, half-human, quarter demon, and sons of a very power demon, who now stood as butler to the human boy under a Faustian covenant. Altima had originally asked the boys to become Grim Reapers years prior because he thought they had the right deposition and skills for it, and they did. And they were strictly loyal to Altima.

Altima, in a past life, possessed a human boy named Bryan, who later became the man servant to the Smythe family, whom a young demon named Damascus married into. Braydon and Brandon were born to Damascus, this demon and a human woman. While they were quarter demon, their father half demon, half human, they did not possess the bloodlust of their father. Their father had a great deal of discipline to hold off his own bloodlust for a time after years of practice. But the boys still had this thirst for blood, instinct was irrefutable - a person can not deny who they are. But it had been overcome with a fruit that grew in Reaperdum called Ambrosia. While Ambrosia to humans is an aphrodisiac for love, to Braydon and Brandon, it worked and hindered their need for human blood and the intake for soul energy.

In a sense, to Braydon and Brandon, their loyalty to him also stemmed to that of a family member. They had known each other for quite some time, grew up with Altima, as Bryan he was their manservant and babysitter, he was also like an uncle and in fact they called him such. After Bryan was killed by their younger brother Decco - a demon whose bloodlust was boundless, and who one point had gathered an army to usurp the king of demons, Lucifer himself, before he died, killed by his father because he was too dangerous - Altima emerged and was later asked to take care of the boys, educate them, because Damascus, their father, could not. Altima accepted the job. And that was over 200 years ago.

Altima's office chambers was luxurious in his abundance. Crystal adorned almost every wall with its transparent windows looking out over all of Reaperdum in a perfect rotunda. The windows were tinted and black if you looked in, but clear when looking out. He enjoyed looking out upon Reaperdum. It brought Altima a sense of joy that in nearly 10,000 years since he was banished from Reaperdum, with speaking out against the council and became a Fallen Reaper, that nothing much had changed.

Tall buildings of glass and marble stood high into the sky dazzled with sparkling adornment the entire landscape, glazed and reflecting by the multi-faceted blue hue of the sky. There were also parks and glass lands. Pretty much what someone would find in the Human World, Reaperdum also had it…but more advanced. In the distance, he could see the large campus of Reaperdum University or Reaper U to most, with its multitude of buildings housing every facet of education for up-and-coming Grim Reapers, where all the new recruits were trained before they were sent on their way for a long service in the Grim Reapers. After a certain time, perhaps 10,000 years or so, some developed other ambitions and entered into politics. Every politician in Reaperdum at one point honed their craft as a Grim Reaper. And even some, like the members of old High Council, had even bigger ambitions.

Reaperdum also had a vast network of frequency communication - signals that carried wavelengths through the air instantaneously. No cords, no annoying tapping from devices humans called telegrams, and no wasteful paper for notes or signatures called Telegraph. Everything was done by highly advanced light beam and wavelength. If a person wished to speak with another person, he or she merely waved a hand in the air and a small viewer box generated by light frequency appeared before them and then they could speak that someone face-to-face, no time lag either.

As he stared out one of the open faced windows, he saw Reapers carrying on with their daily tasks, some using "flying machines" called Speeders to move around to race through the skies quickly. Most Reapers had the ability to teleport from place to place, but some preferred other conventional and conservative means - and they were fun too. Humans were just now discovering their technology with the Industrial Age using machines to better their lives to construct buildings and other things. But Altima knew it would be some time before humans built machines that flew through the air and even then, he knew, further time to perfect them where death was not a certainty from carelessness with highly combustible substances.

Braydon and Brandon stood on the other side of Altima's desk dressed in their RRG dark blood red uniforms holding folders. Their jackets were double buttoned with a silver strap running diagonal from their left shoulder and behind their back. They were Reapers, they were quarter-demons, but when Altima was appointed First Prime he also implemented new prodicals that didn't sit well with some and appointed a guardsmenship to protect the office of the First Prime. Braydon and Brandon were not the best suited for the position, but they did exhibit a hidden militaristic and leadership axel that when trained as Reapers came shining through. Moreover, albeit they were still young when it came to Reaper experience and age requirement, Altima trusted the boys implicitly despite their demon heritage. A man like the First Prime of the High Council needed people around him that he could trust.

On some of the walls were "mist monitors" - projection floating screens - that showed media coverage and reports from the civil unrest in Reaperdum, which were silent for the moment but still broadcasting. He had had hoped overturning the old High Council would bring peace. Unfortunately it did the opposite and if he resigned as called upon to do - he had once been a Fallen Reaper and under the Criminal Reaper Code, no criminal is allowed to hold office, his so-called "crime" was being outspoken about the High Council's illicit affairs and how they conducted themselves, for which his allegations turned out to be true, his record being expunged - it would not help matters. The damage had been done.

"Report please," he asked, his hands clasped behind his back.

Brandon looked at Braydon with a grim expression, then turned back to Altima. Altima could see a reflection of their worried faces in the transparent glass. "Not good news, Uncle," Brandon said. "Three more Reapers have switched sides and the Infinity Party is still demanding your resignation."

The "Infinity Party", those who opposed to Altima. Their motto: An Infinity of Peace in an Infinite Time. Fitting because for Reapers were infinite. The group was formed by its mysterious leader, much like a cult. This mysterious leader had never shown his face, but he was aggressive in his ideals and always used a proxy to state them. Critics called him a coward that he had never been seen, others followed him without fault - his words enchanting enough to bring validity in an uncertain time in Reaperdum. Even though he had never shown his face, his words were enough to bring fellowship to those vulnerable and susceptible to them, especially those who strongly opposed Altima's new position.

"They feel that with your new appointment that you caused this unrest," Braydon said, but he shook his head. "I don't believe this Uncle. This person behind the Infinity Party is Reaperdum's true enemy."

"They can claim anything they wish," Altima said. "Nothing will change the fact that with the introduction of the Infinity Party, Reaperdum is in a state of political unrest regardless of my new position."

"We disagree with their assessment of the situation," Brandon said. "And not just because we are family. From a sociological and political standpoint, you have more positive support and clout then this person in the Infinity Party. It is only this group and a few selected factions that see you as a threat."

Altima was taken aback for a moment, he turned around. "A threat? A threat to whom?" But he put up a hand before either the twins could answer. "Never mind. A threat to the old regime, the corruption they stood for. I suppose the corruption was rooted much deeper than I originally surmised. I thought Reapers were neutral, I assumed wrong. Why are so many taking the Infinity Party's side?"

The twins looked at each other, as if they had an answer but didn't wish to share it, as if it would upset him. Most political leader aids did so, kept things to themselves so it would not upset their leader.

"You are here to protect me, I know this," Altima said. "But if I need to know something, I need to know it to keep abreast on my enemies. Your expressions of grim are obvious."

Brandon slumped is shoulders, abasing his eyes from Altima. "We are embarrassed that we can not find any information on the leader of the Infinity Party," he said. "We are sorry."

"No need to apologize," Altima said with a smile. "I know your new roles as captains of my newly established Royal Reaper Guard are new and it will take time for information to come your way."

"This leader claims what he is doing is for the good of Reaperdum and sees you 'as a disease to the body', his words," Braydon said. "He is whispering in Reaper's ears and convincing them to join him, that he will save Reaperdum from a tyranny greater than the great war many millennia ago."

Altima looked reflective for a moment. "Yes, that was a very terrible war. It lasted many millennia, and to an extent it is still going on. Many of my friends died. I was a mere soldier at the time, but I learned later, secretly, that had been nefariously planned by the old High Council for political gain. You see, the Reaperdum was in an era of peace. And an envoy from the High Council visited Hell with a gift. Every 1,000 years, the Reaperdum allocated a certain amount of energy to give to Morning Star, Lucifer, to continue the peace between our two worlds. But someone stole the gift and Morning Star accused the High Council of reneging on a deal that appeared to have been established since the dawn of time - history lost on who made this deal. A world of words then erupted, and then something derogatory was said that sparked a 1,000 year war between Hell and Reaperdum many, many thousands of years ago."

"What happened to this gift of energy?" Braydon asked.

"No one knows, not even to this day. But rumors were abound that the High Council kept it and consumed it themselves, because it was of such rich and pure energy given freely by all Reapers and purified - it was like the finest of the finest of alcohol to Morning Star. It was rumored that one of their aids witnessed all seven of the old council members drinking one night in their private chambers with others, boasting how they kept the "gift" for themselves, that the envoy claimed that he was robbed by spirits in capes."

"Reapers…" Brandon voiced quietly. "Or pretending to be Reapers."

"I agree. And through extensive investigation, after returning from the war as a soldier and then joining the Department of Investigative Affairs before it was merged and renamed just the Department of Reaper Affairs and long before William T Spears was appointed head of the department, I forget the name of the Reaper who became its head at the time, I learned that their was truth to the rumors the old High Council had indeed pilfered the gift from Morning Star for themselves, and hence started the war with the demons. But when I spoke out about it and my aids were subsequentially removed, meaning banished, and my evidence stolen, I was sentenced to live the rest of my existence in exile as a Fallen Reaper. I was offered no defense council and sentenced swiftly. People were afraid to speak out against the old High Council fearing the same fate.

"I drifted for thousands of years…" Then he looked at the boys and smiled. "And then I met Bryan, and then you two came along. Often it takes a great deal of pain and sacrifice to eventually find a peace everlasting. You boys are like my sons, I brought you up with your father. He is a good man, despite being a demon. Half demon. You two make me proud, and your father is proud of you as well. But trust me, I did not mean to cause this unrest in Reaperdum. I am attempting to clean up the mess left behind. I was appointed properly to First Prime by my peers when the truth was finally revealed."

"We know, Uncle Altima," Braydon said.

"And we are here to help you take out the garbage," Brandon said with a smile.

Altima returned the smile. "Good. Now, as captains of my Royal Reaper Guard, tell me - how is moral among the ranks?"

"Good for the most part, sir," Brandon reported. "No major issues to report."

The glass doors to Altima's office opened and William T. Spears, Head of Reaper Affairs, suddenly entered without announcement. "Forgive the intrusion, First Prime, but your secretary has been attempting to contact you without success, as I awaited out in the main lobby. So I let myself in."

"I was in session with my nephews, William," Altima said, not at all annoyed. He noticed the crystal block on his desk had stopped "ringing".

William T. Spears in his clean black Reaper uniform and glasses glanced at both Braydon and Brandon in turn, and gave a short nod. "Captains," he said, making reference to their new positions. But Altima knew the William was didn't like it. He knew William thought there were more qualified people that should have been given the jobs, and he had say such - but would be loyal? Altima had no question about Braydon and Brandon's loyalty to him. He withheld a smile, amused that William was miffed. It might also be the fact that his nephews now outranked William with the appointment of their new positions. "Sir, I will be blunt. The unrest within my department is serious. Reports are not being filed, work is piling up, souls are not being collected - leaving other Reapers to pick up the slack. They are overworked. They can only do so much already. My employees are filing complains."

"At least they are filing something," Altima said.

William was not one to smile at a joke.

"I do read your reports, William, so you being here is not surprising," Altima continued. "I have issued an order that more Reapers be trained quickly and put into service as soon as possible."

William bowed slightly, although stiffly. "I appreciate that, sir. But how will that help me at the present? By my calculations with work suffering it will take two hundred years to deal with the recent backlog that other Reapers have left for my employees to deal, with their departure. I do not wish to sound disgruntled, sir, but your appointment has fowled things."

Altima raised a brow in intrigue.

"How dare you speak to the First Prime that way!" Braydon said angrily.

William didn't relent or apologize and stood firm. He did not appear concerned with the young man's threat. Both twins had the same look of distain on their faces as they eyed him.

Altima put up a hand. "Sharp words, William. I know you always speak your mind. I see you also have an opinion on the unrest in Reaperdem. This is understandable. I know your department is being hit the hardest by the sudden exodus of Reapers to the Infinity Party, who wish to kick me out of office. I wish to find the leader of this group, convince him of other methods instead of disrupting Reaperdum, as he has."

"Leader of the Infinity Party…"

"The one who has been stealing your people away in recent months, disgruntled employees, convincing them they would be better off with him instead of under your command."

"I have heard rumors, but not even I know of his identity," William said, looking annoyed. "Notwithstanding, I have already begun an investigation."

"Yes, I know you have. I have you paperwork on the matter."

Altima went to his desk and retrieved a brown file folder on Fallen Reapers still unaccounted for - more than two hundred that the Reaper X teams had not be able to track down, that William had reported on, as well. A "suspect list" had named possible people as the Infinity Party's leader. People Altima knew by reputation, others he didn't know.

"This 'suspect list' you have provided me of possible people for the leader of the Infinity Party, one name intrigues me…but his name is omitted from the list you have provided me of returning Fallen Reapers and those who are outspoken against me. Mathu Kelvin. Care to explain this, William?"

"He is unattainable, sir," William said flatly. "But we know where he is…in Hell. Sebastian Michaelis, the demon who is at present in service to the young Phantomhive boy, Ciel, sent him there, and from recent events, he managed to escape and return back to the Human World. But now he has returned back to Hell. He is no threat to us anymore. Or to you."

"Why does your report not reflect this? You are always very thorough. All the others on the list have such rich detail of their possible affiliation to the Infinity Party and the old High Council."

"You are friends with Sebastian Michaelis. Baring assumption, you are already aware of my report omission, so there was no need to repeat information already known. The captains of your Royal Reaper Guard" - William eyed the twins each in turn - "have been in contact with their father in recent weeks, I know this because I approved their leave and they have brought back news of Mathu Kelvin's inactivity as of late. Hence, I omitted him from the list of missing Fallen Reapers and political enemies. I am quite satisfied that Mathu Kelvin is not leading this revolt."

"Quite, very good. And I agree. He is a showman and very powerful. He would not hide in the shadows. And if he was a threat, he could easily attack Reaperdum and make quite a mess on his own with the Infinity Party." Altima put the file folder back down. "So, William, do you have any ideas who may be instituting this Reaper revolt then and is the leader of the Infinity Party?"

"Off the record, sir? I don't do unofficial reports. I report facts, sir. If I say who without facts to back up the claim, my reputation could be tarnished. I am a man of fact and figures, not of rumor and conjecture. And with all due respect, sir, call your dogs off. I do not wish to engage in a physical entanglement with them. Since I have entered this office, they have taken three steps towards me in an aggressive posture."

Altima looked at Braydon and Brandon and noticed William was correct. He called them back. "They are over-protective, forgive them," Altima said. "Your tone obviously bothered them."

"I speak openly, I do not minst words. I am the Head of Reaper Affairs, and if there is a problem in my department, I am the one my employees come to. And there are many grievances. Perhaps, to cover the shortfall, you wouldn't mind that I borrow your captains for a time, as they appear prime to vent obvious pent-up aggressive feelings."

Altima smirked. "While they are young and they do tend to express boastful feelings of protectiveness, they are needed with me here in case someone wishes to do me harm, as may be the case if they are elsewhere. Notwithstanding, I will appoint some members from the Royal Reaper Guard to aid you."

"That will be helpful, sir. I do dislike an undutiful department."

"Perhaps it may be prudent to give your young upstarts a chance to test their meddle in the field before graduating, call it community service. And it will look good on their records."

"I am ahead of you on this, sir. This is already being implemented."

"Very good," Altima said. "So without barring any more difficulties, this problem should be solving itself in time. Please keep me up-to-date on the affairs of your department like always, William."

"Of course, sir."

Before leaving, William adjusted his glasses and gave each Braydon and Brandon a look of shallow contempt. Then he left through the doors, Altima watching him through the transparent walls. William walked out of the main lobby and through another door. It closed behind him.

"Such an amusing man," Altima said. "So staunch."

"He makes me angry," Braydon said. "Maybe he's the reason those Reapers are revolting."

Altima put up an admonishing finger. "Braydon, you know better to say such things. Eyes and ears are everywhere."

"I agree with Braydon," Brandon said. "Reapers respect William, and if he wished to revolt, many would follow him. And he has been know to speak out about issues in the past in open forum."

Altima returned to his desk and sat down. "I appreciate your concerns, Braydon, Brandon, but I truly believe William is not the leader of the Infinity Party leading our Reapers astray. And he takes his position as Head of Reaper Affairs seriously. He's in the dark about this person as we are and I know it bothers him. I believe he was attempting to recruit you two to find this man, in not so many words."

"But without us, it would leave you open for attack, Uncle," Brandon said. "We'd refuse."

"I know you would. And I believe William knew this as well. But he tried nevertheless. I also believe we need to find this person and expose him before he attempts a coup de grace of my office. Any ideas?"

Braydon and Brandon looked at each and it appeared each had the same idea. "One," they said in unison.

"We bring in someone no one has ever seen to spy for us," Braydon said. "A new recruit, so to speak."

"Someone whom no Reaper would suspect of being a spy and who can fake sympathy for the factions, but who can also be objective in his approach to acquire information for us," Brandon said.

Altima looked intrigued. "And who would be this mysterious spy?"

"Someone we all know quite well, Uncle. I will ask him to help us," Brandon concluded.

An hour later as Altima sat at his desk with Braydon aiding his uncle with some paper work - Brandon on his private mission - a Reaper entered into the First Prime office chambers after being announced by the secretary in the main lobby. He was young, considerably younger than Altima in years. And to Altima he was still a baby. The two-tone but slightly ruffled haired Reaper wore the standard black uniform and glasses and he strolled a few meters into the office before stopping. He then stood at attention as if to give Altima scrutiny over him. He looked nervous. But the boy didn't need to be. He had done nothing wrong. In his eyes, he probably thought he had if he had been summoned to the new First Prime's office chambers.

The Reaper had been instrumental in the brief battle against the demon Decco weeks prior that ultimately resulted in the demon's demise at the hand of his father Sebastian Michaelis. Normally Reapers who got involved in human affairs were chided for it and punished. For a previous offence, the young man had been chastised and punished for his role against three Fallen Reapers, involving himself in that human affair. He had received three demerit points, but ultimately they were returned and his normal status re-confirmed.

In Altima's eyes, the young man should have been praised not punished for his role. But Altima was still a Fallen Reaper at the time and had no knowledge of these events until later. But in the recent exodus of Reapers revolting, Altima knew this Reaper could be trusted and would never turn his back on the Grim Reapers. Therefore Altima had called upon him this afternoon.

"Reaper Ronald Knox," Altima began to say. His voice must have given the impression of ultimate authoritiveness, thus Knox snapped to attention tightly with his hands against his side. Altima saw this, and shook his head. "My friend, don't be worried. Relax. You are not in any trouble with me. At ease."

Knox did so, but only slightly. "First Prime Altima, you summoned me," he said.

"No Ronald, I asked for you. There is a difference." Altima rose from his chair and came around his desk to stand in front of Knox. He put out his hand to shake the young Reaper's hand. Knox reciprocated. "I wished to thank you again for your help with the Decco demon affair. Your illicit involvement against Reaper regulation will not be reflected on your record. I will make sure you receive a commendation for your help."

"Thank you sir," Knox breathed out calmly. "I thought the worse. I was worried I was in trouble."

Altima laughed. "Merely the opposite, my boy. In fact, I wish to employ your Reaper skills for a very important mission."

Knox nodded. "How can I be of service to you sir?"

"I need a favor. Well, it is a more of a favor I own someone else, but I am not in a position to grant it being First Prime. I have too much work to do. So I wish to ask you to implore it for me. If you are willing to do so. Saying no will not go against you. I trust you, that is why I wish to give you this task."

"What is the mission sir," Knox said with a smile.

"As I said, it is for a friend, a long time friend, in fact. Without his help, I would not be here. Notwithstanding, I need you to play human for awhile and track someone down, an individual, a man who continues to be elusive to my friend."

"What is this man's name? I can ask Salem to look into the Hall of Records to identify him. This would be easier to follow his movements and perhaps even pinpoint his location."

Altima shook his head. "I don't wish to involve Salem in this matter. Well, not yet anyhow. If he is needed, I will ask. I want this search to be done in private."

Knox nodded. "I can do that. Where should I start? And what should I do when I find him?"

Altima leaned in and suddenly whispered something into Knox's right ear, Knox's brow rose. When Altima was finished, Knox looked slightly dumbfounded. "Sir?" He cleared his throat. "We have the capacity to do so, but only on very rare occasions and only if our own existence is in jeopardy…"

"Your mission is merely to collect his spirit and bring it to me. And I will process it personally."

Knox swallowed nervously. "I understand, sir. But this human is still -"

Altima clamped a hand on Knox's shoulder, smiling. "Can you do this?" Ignoring the obvious inclination.

Knox looked at Braydon, but then turned back to Altima gazing into his deep blue eyes. He nodded.

Altima smiled broadly. "Good. Please keep this to yourself. Do not inform William. I will tell him you wish to take some time off and I have authorized it. A vacation, a party. I know you enjoy visiting the human world and engaging in wild swinging parties from time-to-time and dating beautiful women. In my youth, so did I." He winked at Knox. "I will also mask your movements from William's "eye-in-the-sky", his looking glass, that annoying device he uses to spy with to look upon Reapers during their missions, monitoring their progress - for this secret mission." Altima returned to his desk, sat down. "Braydon will provide all the necessary information you'll need to complete your mission, he'll also help you out if called upon. Just say his name, and if he can attend at the time, he will do so."

Knox gave a side glance to Braydon in his blood red Royal Reapers Guard's uniform, and the captain of the RRG smiled at him conspiratorially.

"Wonderful to be working with you again, Reaper Ronald Knox," Braydon said, holding and opening a brown folder. "Now, let's get started on your mission. The man you will be hunting down is named Bryon Kelvin…"

To be continued…